Oh God be with you Kerry

Where in childhood we were merry

When we'd hear the fiddler tunning up

And roisining the bow

At the crossroads we'd be dancing

And a cailin shyly glancing

Just like our dads and mothers did

In Kerry long ago

Now my heart is sad and weary

Still in dreams I see my Mary

With her golden tresses flying

On her cheeks a rosy glow

In her joy I heard her singing

With Bill Halpin's fiddleringing

As he played the Stack of Barley

Down in Kerry long ago

We go down to Mary's dairy

And her feet so light and airy

At the churn we take our turn

Till the butter would overflow

To the kitchen we'd retire

And pick out the biggest fire

Just to tell us fairy stories

Of Kerry long ago

Then we'd stroll home in the moonlight

And our cailin's waists we'd hug tight

Just to save them from the fairies

In the raheen down below

Then we'd say goodnight and kiss them

We'd go home and pray God bless them

Oh the sweethearts of our boyhood days

In Kerry long ago



The sweethearts of our boyhood days

In Kerry long ago